It was a humid summer night in New Delhi, the air thick and heavy with the scent of blossoming jasmine. Shyama, a stunningly beautiful young woman with a voluptuous figure and a cascade of raven black hair, slipped out of her sari, letting it pool on the floor like a lake of shimmering silk.
She stood in front of the mirror, her dark eyes smoky with desire, as she let her hands explore her body. Her fingers traced the curves of her full breasts, lingering on her hardening nipples, before sliding down her flat stomach to the soft mound of her pubis. She was already wet with anticipation, her pussy throbbing in time with the beating of her heart.
Quietly, she padded out of her room and into the garden, the soft grass cool beneath her feet. She knew he would be there, waiting for her in the shadows. Sure enough, there he was, a tall, muscular figure, his skin the color of rich coffee, his hair a wild tangle of curls.
His name was Ravi, and he was the son of her father’s business partner. He was younger than her, just eighteen, but he was a man in every way that mattered. They had been meeting in secret for weeks now, their desire for each other growing stronger with each stolen moment.
Tonight, Shyama knew, would be different. Tonight, she would give herself to him completely, surrender to the passion that consumed them both.
Ravi’s eyes raked over her body, taking in every inch of her nakedness. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky with longing. “So beautiful.”
Shyama stepped closer, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the hard length of his cock, already swollen with desire. “And you’re mine,” she murmured, her voice low and seductive.
Ravi groaned, his hips thrusting forward, driving his cock deeper into her hand. “Yes,” he gasped, “yours.”
Shyama sank to her knees, her long black hair cascading around her shoulders like a curtain. She looked up at Ravi, her eyes shining with need, as she took him into her mouth.
He tasted salty and musky, the taste of his desire making her own pussy clench with longing. She sucked and licked, her hands gripping his firm ass, pulling him deeper into her mouth.
Ravi’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, setting the pace. “Yes,” he groaned, “just like that.”
Shyama felt his cock swell, the veins standing out, throbbing with need. She knew he was close, ready to explode, but she wasn’t ready for it to end yet.
With a final, lingering lick, she pulled away, her lips swollen and wet. “Not yet,” she murmured, “I want to feel you inside me.”
Ravi groaned, his hands reaching for her, pulling her to her feet. He kissed her, his tongue plundering her mouth, tasting himself on her lips.
Shyama moaned, her body melting against his, her nipples hard and aching. She could feel his cock, hot and hard, pressing against her belly, and she knew she couldn’t wait any longer.
She reached down, her fingers guiding him to her entrance, gasping as he filled her, stretching her, filling her up in a way she had never known before.
Ravi started to move, his hips thrusting, driving himself deeper and deeper into her. Shyama wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, holding on as he fucked her, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time itself.
She could feel herself building, her climax growing closer, the tension coiling deep inside her. She moaned, her head thrown back, her long black hair brushing against the damp grass beneath them.
Ravi’s fingers found her clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts, sending her over the edge. She came with a cry, her pussy clenching around him, milking him, pulling him deeper into her as she came.
Ravi’s thrusts grew erratic, his cock swelling, jerking as he came, filling her with his seed.
They collapsed onto the grass, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in time with each other’s.
“I love you,” Ravi whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
Shyama smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “I love you too,” she whispered back.
And as the moon slid behind the clouds, they lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one, lost in their own little world of passion and desire.
